Story Time

After a whirlwind trip, we arrived back in town just around 5 p.m. Christmas Eve.  We didn't get home until closer to 5:45 or so, because we had to stop by the Walmart to get some groceries.  I had thought about posting this story last night, but there were cars to unload, kids to bathe, presents to wrap...you get the point.  The last blog teased of a story.  Face-to-face ones have been done with great reactions.  I'll leave out some of the details for you and get more to the point.

Before Thanksgiving, the basement toilet clogged up.  No big deal, right?  Wrong!  All the usual stuff didn't work.  I did move it from a clogged toilet to a slow draining one with clean water in the bowl, so I left it that way for our failed Thanksgiving trip.  The drain continued to drain slowly but seemed a little improved.  Because of its location, I didn't want to do a lot of work on it after the kids went down for fear of waking Cal up.

A Tuesday afternoon, I came home early knowing the kids would be at the sitter for a while.  My mission: to fix the toilet, whatever it took.  More plunging.  More snaking.  Still nothing would work.  I had already decided to remove the stool if you I needed; maybe the actual pipe was severely stopped up.  I was prepared for the worst, but not this worst.  Save some details, shortly after removing the stool I discovered the real problem and proceeded to pull out a huge rodent from the stool.  There are no pictures because of safety and time concerns of having to clean, take pictures, reglove, clean, take pictures, reglove, etc.  That thing had to be at least 5 pounds of more.

The best I can tell is that this sewer rat was in the sewer system, chose our toilet to try to live that lifestyle behind, and was too big to make it out.  Needless to say, he either drowned or suffocated.  It was all nasty.  And now, I look twice and still am a little uneasy when I use the basement bathroom; but at least you can now say, "Hey, I know a guy..."